Sorry I haven't posted much. I've just been too sick. But I thought I ought to let you all know what's going on. It's now day 38 since my transplant. They say for the first 100 days, I need a full-time caretaker. That's why my mother-in-law is here. It was very difficult to get out of bed this morning, knowing I was going to feel lousy. But . . . I got up. sigh I feel like this recover moves in three speeds: slow, slower, and slowest. The docs say I'm doing really well and my counts are great. Hard to believe, considering how I feel. But I'll try to focus on their positive news.
I just want to be a mom to my kids, make dinner, clean the house and do laundry. Who would have thought I'd ever LONG to do laundry and clean?!
I try to walk every day to get exercise. Going up and down the stairs helps build strength. None of it is easy. That's all I can say.
I have no desire to do the things I enjoy, like writing and reading. All I do is watch TV--yawn. It's hard to be patient with myself. I could use prayers for strength, both physically and emotionally.
Well, that's it!
